Old Horse

Old horse old horse what brought you here
Carted stones this many’s the year
Killed by stones and sore abuse
They salt you down for sailors' use
A warrior am I and at war I’ve been
Fighting for my country and king
Now I’m old and I’m in decay
It’s poor old horse get on your way
My keeping once was the stable wall
Free from all cold winds and harm
Now in the fields I am forced to go
Turned out in the cold and rain and snow
My feeding once was the oats and hay
That grew in the fields and the meadows gay
Now I’ll get no such at all
But pull at the short grass by the wall
The sailors they do me despise
Kick my body and damn my eyes
Cut my meat and pick my bones
Throw the rest to Davey Jones
Here is a hoof that was so well shod
Likewise a hide that sweat so hard
Whipped him lashed him drove him down
Rise up old horse and shine again
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